I am a pig in the beastly world, rough men are competing to be beastly husbands

"Father……"

Hou Xing thought of the tragic scene of the old patriarch being killed and finally burst into tears.

"But I have no hands anymore. I have become useless. What can I do? What should I do? Father! I am sorry..."

He Fuxi couldn't help it, so he held his shoulders and looked at him:

"Listen!"

A resolute voice spoke loudly:

"So what if one arm is broken? You still have one arm! Even if both arms are broken, you still have the clairvoyance, clairaudience, and keen sense that the Longarm tribe is proud of... You are still a Longarm orc! Believe in your own strength!"

She turned his head sharply and made him face the tribesmen kneeling on the ground:

"Look at them! No matter you are disabled, crippled, or dying, they will still follow you. So, you must protect them even if you die. This is your responsibility as a prince of the Long Arms!"

Hou Xing's tears flowed like pearls from a broken string, and his body trembled constantly.

He looked at the delicate little female in front of him through his tearful eyes, as if he was looking at a life-saving straw.

"But...but what should I do? I don't want this to happen...I want revenge too! Damn the Bashe tribe, I want revenge!"

He Fuxi held his hand:

"As long as you want it and never give up, you can do it!"

Is it really possible? Hou Xing couldn't imagine it.

An army of snakemen filled the mountains.

The snake king who has dominated the area for hundreds of years.

They are outnumbered and weak, how can they fight against this powerful enemy?

The lion elders also had difficulty in alleviating their worries:

"With the help of the female lady, our tribe naturally feels much more at ease. However, we have learned that the snake king has heard that the elder of the fur tribe is coming, and he has hidden in an unknown cave. He just ordered the big and small snakes to use the snake sea tactics, intending to starve us to death..."

"Huh." Hou Xing regained some spirit and had the strength to speak.

"That old snake may talk big, but isn't he actually terribly afraid of Zhan Rong? If he had any courage, he would come out and fight that old bastard Zhan Rong!"

He Fuxi: ...So you also think Zhan Rong is powerful?

Good boy, you hid it well enough.

It seems that those who usually mock Zhan Rong are just being stubborn, but they secretly admire him behind his back.

She couldn't help but sigh that it was really hard to guess what a middle school boy was thinking.

"If we really use the snake sea tactic, they are all poisonous and we really have no chance of winning." He Fu Xi Zhao said truthfully.

The spark of hope that had just risen in the hearts of the beasts was extinguished in an instant.

"What should we do then?" Hou Xing said angrily.

"Chishiba is the most cunning. He deliberately hid on the Holy Mountain, which is the highest point of the Long Arm Tribe and is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Even if we are good at archery, we can't have a bow and arrow like that that can shoot so far..."

"No." He Fuxi said calmly: "Yes."

She looked at Hou Xing, as if she was saying something very ordinary:

"Don't you have a Sun-shooting Bow?"

Sun-shooting bow!

Not only Hou Xing, but all the long-armed tribesmen present widened their eyes.

With long arms holding the bow, he ran and shot at the sun.

Every member of the Long-Armed Tribe has heard the mythological story of their ancestor shooting the sun with a bow when they were a child.

But that's a myth. How could the Sun-Shooting Bow really exist?

"Madam, I'm afraid you don't know much about our tribe."

Hou Xing sighed, feeling as if his hopes had been dashed, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"The Sun-Shooting Bow only exists in myths. There is no such thing in reality. Elder, do you think..."

The elder had a complicated expression, and the word "yes" was stuck in his throat.

……No way.

Hou Xing was confused and asked tentatively:

"Elder?"

The elder smiled awkwardly:

“Well, actually there is…”

It turns out that the Long-Arm Tribe did have a large bow. It is not known whether their ancestors used it to shoot the sun, but the large bow was hidden in the mountains and gradually turned into the shape of the mountains, and has since been little known to the public.

Except for every clan leader and the elders who have recorded the clan history from generation to generation, no one in the Longarm Clan knows of the existence of this bow.

How does the female lady know?

He Fuxi pointed at a crescent-shaped mountain outside the cave with an innocent look on his face:

"I don't know if it's true or not, I just thought it looked like it, so I'm trying to trick you guys."

Hou Xing: ...

Elder:…

Long-armed people: ...

Let’s talk about business.

Hou Xing regained his feeling as a prince, calmed himself down, and said:

"But I saw that bow, it was huge. Not to mention that my arm was broken, even if I was in my best condition, I couldn't pull it open."

The elder nodded and sighed:

"Yes, everyone says that the Fur Tribe is declining, and so is my Long Arm Tribe. After our ancestors, there has been no one with such strong arms who can pull this big bow that can pierce mountains and shoot the sun..."

"Yes." He Fuxi said again.

The main theme is I don’t care what you think, I only care what I think.

Hou Xing couldn't stand it:

"It's good that Madam is confident. But the reality is right before our eyes. The Long-Arm Tribe has no orcs who can... can... can..."

He was speechless.

Because the young man who had been standing silently beside He Fuxi for a long time suddenly took two steps and walked towards the crowd.

Everyone realized that this former outlier actually had such a strong presence!

Hou Xing couldn't tell what he was feeling, he just felt his heart was burning.

He Fuxi saw the undercurrent between the two and said:

"The grievances and grudges of our ancestors have been settled. You two are both members of the Long Arm tribe. When facing the enemy who wants to destroy your tribe, you must put aside your grudges."

Hou Xing was helpless, but still a little dissatisfied:

"Let's not talk about anything else. Can he really pull the Sun-Shooting Bow? That was something our ancestors could only pull when their divine power had not faded!"

Facing his doubts, Luo Yi remained calm and said only two words:

"Try it."

What a good pretense!

Hou Xing has no hands, otherwise he would have pressed his hands on his chest at this moment.

He Fuxi added:

"Now that things have come to this, we can only try our best and try as long as there is a glimmer of hope."

"But..." She changed the subject.

"This is a huge undertaking and cannot be accomplished by one person alone."

What do you mean?

The long-armed people looked at each other.

Should we ask them all to lend a hand and pull the bow together?

He Fuxi said: "I have a careful plan..."

holy mountain.

In a hidden cave somewhere.

"Your Majesty!"

The spy came hurriedly with a report, his face full of panic.

Chishiba's face tightened, and a hint of nervousness appeared in his pretended stern voice:

"What the hell! Is the sky falling? Or is Zhan Rong attacking us?"

Without waiting for the spy to answer, he continued to speak without hesitation:

"Humph! Even if he wants to attack, he can't break into this airtight holy mountain! Not to mention the Long-Armed Tribe, even Zhan Rong won't be able to stay arrogant for long. As long as they get a little bit of snake venom..."

Unexpectedly, the spy shook his head quickly:

"No, no, my king. Zhan Rong didn't come. Instead, his beastly wife came!"

"His beastly wife?"

Chishiba opened his mouth wide, thinking that he was hallucinating.